"I welcome all the students gathered here!"
The voice that boomed out caused all the students to straighten their postures and don serious expressions.
Now was no time for laughs or any sign of ease. The Academic Supervisor, and a senior lecturer himself, Damien Lawcroft was standing right before them.
On an elevated platform that looked like a wide stage, the man stood upright— with a slightly dissatisfied look on his face. Looking at the sea of students, his eyes scanned them at what seemed like lightning-fast speed.
There were a total of eight lines, all stretched towards the back. The first six lines were in accordance with the Class System. They belonged to the members of the senior stages 2 and 3. As for the new entrants, we had two lines— one for the boys and one for the girls.
Looking green and more nervous than the others, the first years gulped and shuddered in the face of such an overwhelming presence— with a few exceptions, of course.
